Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
UT,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.